I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2145 - 1375: The Setting Sun Still Paints the Sky with Glorious Clouds (Part 2)

"She wants to spar with me."

The Daoist Sister replied straightforwardly, though whether she spoke or stayed silent, it wouldn't alter the situation much.

Although I wondered about the explosive clash in their recent bout and if they'd tugged at one another's hair, no matter how swiftly I hurried over, I arrived just a moment behind.

"Come down."

Jiang Chen stated, "You shouldn't engage in fights with people so freely."

"We haven't concluded yet."

The bold woman declared, her voice steady but infused with an unyielding command.

"As it's merely a practice match, let's stick to that."

Jiang Chen refrained from probing her origins hastily, instead just pressing Tanki Liuli to descend.

A blunt sword lacks a sharp edge; profound expertise seems unrefined.

The finer the blade, the greater the need to hide its brilliance and await the right moment.

Doubt it? Just inquire with Lan Peizhi—would she exchange blows with any random individual?

Moreover, he doubted that any ordinary foe could rival Tanki Liuli; surely the Daoist Sister hadn't unleashed her true power.

One must realize.

Circumstances evolve with the passage of days.

The Daoist Sister has now grasped the nuances of elegance.

"You don't get to call an end to it."

The imposing figure overhead shot back in the coldest manner, delivering the firmest declaration, momentarily startling Jiang Chen.

It had been ages since someone addressed him in such a fashion.

Did they truly view the Boss Jiang standing ringside as some insignificant passerby?

Yet, on the flip side.

He was unfamiliar with her, and likely she had no clue about his identity or residence.

"Mr. Jiang?"

Right when Boss Jiang found himself speechless, a voice brimming with real astonishment rang out.

Jiang Chen swiveled around and felt a mild shock.

The individual wore athletic attire, dabbing perspiration with a cloth, appearing quite transformed from their prior encounters.

"Colonel Wang?"

Wang Heting.

Their initial meeting in Jingguan City came via Lan Peizhi's referral; he was under thirty yet held the rank of Colonel, which profoundly impacted the then-youthful Boss Jiang.

In truth, to everyday folks, such a feat defied all logic.

"My sister and I happened to travel near the East Sea, and I longed to visit Liuli, so I called her here. My sister has long revered Liuli, and with such an uncommon chance to connect, she sought a friendly bout. Mr. Jiang, rest easy—it's all in good spirit first."

Time had passed since their last encounter, and this Colonel Wang, blending youth with his position so seamlessly, now resembled finely carved jade—composed yet ever more polished.

Despite his earnest delivery and sincere facade, Jiang Chen pierced the strained grin, simultaneously grasping the status of the "relentless" lady atop the platform.

No surprise there.

During those earlier talks with Lan Peizhi, she had scarcely touched on it.

Assuming his memory served right.

Her sibling proved even more impressive.

At that time, her ascent to Major General was all but assured.

These days, advancement was certain for her.

Major General.

Merely a single stride from full General!

For someone of her stature, such confidence—does it truly amount to overbearing?

In that instant, Jiang Chen at last pieced together the scenario.

When Tanki Liuli spoke of a companion, she meant not the mighty female Major General above, but Wang Heting himself.

Wang Heting had persistently guided the Daoist Sister to the East Sea upon her descent from the peaks to wander and align with him.

The Daoist Sister might lack worldly savvy, yet she cherishes loyalty, or else that Old Monk couldn't have taken advantage of her.

Amitabha Buddha.

No.

Infinite Heavenly Venerate.

The bond between teacher and pupil—how could one label it taking advantage?

"So it's Miss Wang; forgive me, forgive me."

Jiang Chen pivoted, promptly offering regrets to the female Major General in the arena, resembling a theatrical rogue putting on a false front.

Wang Heting cleared his throat forcefully, his features twisting into an odd look.

"My sister's family name isn't Wang."

"Ah..."

Jiang Chen froze, truly caught off guard this time, as he clearly recalled her being his blood sibling.

"My sister's name is Liu, Liu Sangyu; we follow our parents' surnames separately."

Wang Heting clarified, barely containing his chuckle.

Jiang Chen grasped it at once, mumbling an embarrassed "I'm sorry."

"Don't claim the sun has dipped, when the heavens brim with glorious clouds. What a splendid name."

Jiang Chen hastened to smooth things over, yet Liu Sangyu stayed aloof like an elegant bloom or ancient pine, with only Wang Heting ringside backing him up to avoid awkwardness, adding, "Mr. Jiang is indeed a star pupil from East Sea University—truly erudite."

Jiang Chen grinned; no need to dwell harshly on errors, better to find a graceful exit, deftly shifting focus to urge Tanki Liuli further, "Miss Liu is our visitor; descend, and we'll relocate."

At these words, Wang Heting exhaled deeply in relief.

He truly yearned for Duanmu's company, but pitting Duanmu against his older sister was far from his plan; it stemmed solely from her fierce drive to gauge Duanmu's prowess. Yet, was such proof even necessary?

She was the famed ageless sage.

No common soul could stand beside her.

Facing his dominant sibling, he held zero sway; family ties bound them tight. Thus, upon witnessing the pair separate and mount the platform, he quietly withdrew, claiming insufficient drills back at base and now, with free moments, no cause to push himself harshly.

His older sister's talents.

He was well aware.

Duanmu's talents.

He couldn't even begin to measure.

Hence, the result held no uncertainty.

That his sister remained unbeaten thus far merely highlighted how much Duanmu had evolved since leaving the heights.

"Yes, sis, moments are valuable. Why not move elsewhere, pause for rest, perhaps exchange words?"

Wang Heting joined in right away, while subtly signaling Jiang Chen with his eyes.

Jiang Chen caught on immediately, feeling even less inclined to corner the Daoist Sister.

Securing victory proves simple.

Falling short is likewise straightforward.

Yet sparing the foe's dignity demands true finesse.

Jiang Chen nearly climbed aboard to assist in drawing the Daoist Sister away.

"Upon entering the ring, a victor must emerge."

Obstinate.

Utterly obstinate.

It clashed utterly with her lyrical moniker, yet aligned perfectly with her feats and standing.

True success arises only from unyielding grip on one's principles.

Wang Heting promptly ceased his efforts and fell quiet, evidently powerless before his senior kin.

The twin weights of kinship and command hierarchy.

What tool did he have to protest?

A single extra utterance, and she might command him to salute and drill.

As a result, the full burden abruptly landed on Jiang Chen.

Gazing at the unhelpful Wang Heting, Jiang Chen could merely sigh over endless peaks beyond peaks, endless figures beyond figures. No alternative; with allies undependable, he stepped up solo.

"Miss Liu, how about this: I'll take you on."

With those words spoken.

The air grew utterly still.

Wang Heting appeared astonished, sharply upgrading his view of Jiang Chen.

Little wonder Sister Lan favored him.

What a daring soul.

Stepping forward at the crucial juncture.

At length.

Amid the turmoil he unleashed, the rival finally bestowed upon him a sincere glance.

"You?"

A mere single syllable.

Yet sharply cutting.

Jiang Chen stayed composed, utterly unoffended.

Even without military tenure, he'd grasp a Major General's weight; the forces always prove might via deeds, and for women, that demands doubled resolve.

"Liuli has from time to time instructed me in combat forms, making her my partial guide. Should Miss Liu overcome me, then challenging Liuli remains viable."

A mild taunt, rendering refusal just as awkward.

No matter her response, Jiang Chen had already parted the ropes beside the boxing area, leaping aboard with ease.

Certainly.

His actions flowed smoothly.

He positioned himself before Duanmu Liuli, brimming with valor, exuding pure manhood.

Naturally.

To the female Major General's gaze, it might appear otherwise, perhaps pondering whence this... fool had sprung?

"You ought to exit first."

Jiang Chen angled toward her and murmured gently.

Behind him, Duanmu Liuli pressed her lips, whispering so faintly, "You can't win."

"..."

Jiang Chen abruptly sensed some frustration, yet kept it hidden, posing casually onstage, ever dashing and cool.

"Trust me."

These words prompted Duanmu Liuli to hold her tongue and retreat.

Liu Sangyu, her choice dictated by another, observed in silence.

Right then.

The very second Duanmu Liuli left the platform, a lengthy, robust limb lashed out in a fierce sweep, targeting Jiang Chen's visage directly.

That limb lifted extraordinarily.

"Watch out!"

Ringside, Wang Heting—whose loyalty leaned family-ward—experienced a surge of worry for this overconfident, boundary-blind braveheart.

Unready for combat, Jiang Chen caught the fierce wind from the approaching strike, immediately registering overwhelming force.

Would yielding at once be the wise move?